85th Winter 512AV Late evening, drawing close to midnight Kelp bar Many retreated to their homes after the glorious Winter Ball of Zeltiva. Then again perhaps many have stayed till the very end. Valo however chose otherwise, for he had made his conquest that night and little else mattered. A beautiful woman with such lovely tints of androgyny to her fine features. Facial features of course. It seemed that little else but a beautiful face mattered in a woman, for at heart Valo was a portrait artist and thus his mind worked with's all it cogs and screws and intricacies. He had always imagined a mind to work much like a machine did. though perhaps it was just a foolish fantasy. But a man of fantasy is what he was. Strolling gracefully in his content, he made for the Kelp Bar for he had not visited the place in a long time. A time that was perhaps much less than he presumed, but it seemed time long enough. For among all the champaign and other such frivolities of the winter event, the artist missed the salty taste of Kelp beer and the wonderful prospect of blissful intoxication it provided. Not that he planned on getting drunk. Besides he promised him self that never again would he put himself in a state to compromise his health; but just a mug or two would not do him any harm. And on in his content he walked, chin high and perfect posture. the walk of a man who had it all and little else mattered. The walk of a man from whom the horrors of mid winter had been gracefully swept, like dust from an old book. Dressed in his finest he was and happy. A spark of youth returned into his dark green eyes, for no plague nor pestilence, no murder nor any other horror would ruin this most perfect of nights. And as he drew closer to the bar a subtle flame of a smile plaid on his lips, perhaps from the alcohol that he already ingested, or perhaps from the deep euphoria that now lingered in every organ of his very being. |